The Dark Thrall Mating Olivia

Chapter Eighty-One

I sat down beside Jay, looking at the screen as he dragged his index finger over it. The images of the big open rooms with dark hardwood floors were nice and I could picture us in that home with Olivia.

"Is it big enough?" I asked, draping my arm over the back of the couch.

Jay shot me a look and I couldn't help but smile. I knew it would be perfect if he was mentioning

it to me now. "There is plenty of room for all of us. There's even enough room if we stay here and have a few kids added in."

That was different. I wasn't expecting him to want to stay here for more than a few months. If he was looking at places that were bigger, maybe we wouldn't be going to our home? Was he wanting to settle down here?

If we did, this would be something that we needed to discuss with Micheal. I wasn't too sure how the alpha would feel about having two dragons on his lands. He had already made it very clear that he didn't want us to shift here and I couldn't imagine not shifting again while we stayed here.

"We can see the place in about an hour." He said, pulling me out of my thoughts.

I nodded, toeing off my boots and curling my leg beneath me. "I trust you to pick a good place for us."

Jay pressed a button on the side of his phone before tossing it onto the couch beside him. "Thank you, Killian. How are you doing after last night?"

"I'm good, more than good, really." I smiled, moving my fingers over the carefully braided deep blue strands of his hair. Olivia had braided his hair back in an almost intricate four stranded braid. I liked the way that it looked on him, it made him look like some kind of fairytale warrior. “Good?” He asked, tucking his tongue behind his teeth as he slowly closed his eyes. He opened them again and I felt heat move up my spine. It didn't matter how long we had been together, the way that he looked at me always made me feel like everything was brand new.

"Very good." I bit my lower lip, thinking about how Olivia had looked at us last night. The way that she had taken orders so well for the both of us. "Perfect even, I just want to be near her always."

"Me too. Soon, we will."noveldrama

***Nick POV***

Walking up the sidewalk to the little house that Livie was staying in, I dragged my hands over the front of my jeans. It was a cool morning, but I couldn't stop the nervous sweat that seemed to pour from every pore on my body. I was nervous to see her and nothing made it any easier. I'd had a long talk with Micheal and I knew what I needed to do. I just hoped that Olivia could forgive me for rejecting her. Staying out of her and Everly's life wasn't an option now that I knew we shared a daughter. I couldn't imagine not being around either of them.

I had fucked up when I rejected her, but I was going to be here for both her and our daughter. It didn't matter if she had a mate or two. I was going to do everything to show her that I was here for her now.

Stopping in front of the door, I swallowed hard. Smoothing down the dark blue sweater that I'd thrown on with a pair of well-worn jeans. I wanted to look nice to meet my daughter and to see Livie. Seeing her at the club had stirred feelings inside of me that I hadn't known I would feel again after rejecting her.

I still wanted her just as much as I had the first night that I had realized she was my mate. Her heat had put my beast on edge. It had filled me with a need that I knew I didn't deserve to have. Lifting my hand, I knocked on the white painted wooden door. The paint was peeling and when the weather was warm like the dead plants in front of the house, needed to be worked on. If she was still here in the springtime, I was going to do that for her. I wanted to take some strain of life off of her shoulders. I had already added more stress to her life than I had meant to.

I stood there waiting for her to open the door, my nerves getting the better of me. My throat was tight with the fear that she would turn me away. That I wouldn't be able to see her or our daughter.

We had a daughter. Just thinking about it filled me with a sense of wonderment.

I hated that I hadn't been here for Livie when she was pregnant, that she had gone through the pains of labor without me. Anger still boiled in me at the thought that Chelsea had known about it. That she had told her to end the pregnancy.

Livie must hate me and I couldn't blame her if she did. I hated myself for it.

The door swung open and Olivia looked up at me. She looked just as beautiful as she always did. Her dark brown hair hung damp down her back and I could smell the soft scent of the body wash that she used clinging to her skin. It mixed with her natural sweet scent and my mouth watered.

Goddess, I still wanted her. I ached for her on a level that I thought would disappear after rejecting her.

It hadn't; if anything, the pull to her had grown more powerful. How could I still want her this much?

She wasn't dressed up like she had been in the club but to me, like this right now, she looked so much sexier. She had on a pair of leggings and an oversized shirt. The sparkly red polish on her toes glittered in the sunlight. Everything about her made me think of the life we could've had if I hadn't rejected her.

She would have been who I came home to every day. Maybe she would look at me with love instead of the apprehension that marred her big brown eyes? Maybe she'd be pregnant with a sibling for Everly?